Today marks my country's 51 years of independence. Being away from home means there will be no national holiday. But since it falls on a Sunday and I am a student completing her dissertation, it does not actually make a difference to me. Nevertheless, it is still a special day.
A Malaysian friend called me yesterday to invite me to a small, informal gathering. I was told to dress down. Little did I know that when I turned up, they were in their baju kurung, batik and qipao. The lunch spread consists of nasi lemak, sambal ikan bilis, prawn sambal and roast chicken (courtesy of a Taiwanese friend) contributed by various chefs. I know I will be going home soon but it still feels nice to have these food on a national day.
For a moment, it felt strange. All those years in Malaysia, I can't remember celebrating national day like today. To me, it means holiday. Holiday means either stay at home to watch tv or to go out shopping. But today is different. With the efforts of several friends, we had a great time.
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